Topsy-turvy.
That's what my life has been for the past three weeks, topsy-turvy. February has not been kind to me. In five days, this month will be over. I'm glad. The craziness of my life reached its peak last Wednesday, and if anything wilder than that happens, I will collapse in on myself and create a vacuum.
I've tried very hard to separate my academic life from my personal life, and it's been working well for me up until recently. January was challenging but February is just stubborn. It's been one trial after another, and I've resigned myself into being a regular, non-DL student. I've lowered my aspirations to a QPI of 3.0, but even that seems unattainable. I've burned myself out too quickly, that's what I did. I need to pick up the remnants of my broken self and see if I can make collages with them.
What should I do with my life now?
I'm not going to my 7.30am class later. Sorry, Zoo. I need to sleep away my depression and self-pity. I'm going to drag myself to PE so I can spar out my frustrations, or get frustrated by my sparring, whatever. Then, I'll go to Math.
I have so much schoolwork to catch up on. This past week has been a blur of tears and sleepless nights, of prayers and shaking voices. I feel so trapped. The stress of January seems so minuscule compared to my current state of emotional turmoil.
I swear, I will be better soon.
I've tried very hard to separate my academic life from my personal life, and it's been working well for me up until recently. January was challenging but February is just stubborn. It's been one trial after another, and I've resigned myself into being a regular, non-DL student. I've lowered my aspirations to a QPI of 3.0, but even that seems unattainable. I've burned myself out too quickly, that's what I did. I need to pick up the remnants of my broken self and see if I can make collages with them.
What should I do with my life now?
I'm not going to my 7.30am class later. Sorry, Zoo. I need to sleep away my depression and self-pity. I'm going to drag myself to PE so I can spar out my frustrations, or get frustrated by my sparring, whatever. Then, I'll go to Math.
I have so much schoolwork to catch up on. This past week has been a blur of tears and sleepless nights, of prayers and shaking voices. I feel so trapped. The stress of January seems so minuscule compared to my current state of emotional turmoil.
I swear, I will be better soon.